Mr. Lu, Mr. Su is being coquettish again!

It hurts so much... It's so cold... I feel so awful...

It was already late autumn, and the south was damp and cold. The air conditioning and other equipment in the town's hotels had not been working very well.

They were already soaked from the rain, and now that they had taken off their clothes, their bodies were still damp.

Su Nanqin couldn't help but squat down in the corner and cry, his voice choked with sobs. The chill around him made him tremble involuntarily.

She subconsciously hugged her knees even tighter, trying to relieve the piercing chill.

My heart is aching.

Su Nanqin was never a weak person, but the person who reprimanded him sternly at that time was Lu Fang.

He suddenly felt terrible, and the feeling of being wronged almost overwhelmed him.

He knew he shouldn't have come, but he was never afraid of being in danger, nor did he care.

What he cared about was wanting to be with Lu Fang, not wanting Lu Fang to be with Wei Chi.

He didn't know why Lu Fang was reacting so strongly to the fact that he had secretly come here.

Su Nanqin didn't dare to cry for too long, and even when he did cry, it was with choked sobs and suppressed emotions. Lu Fang was still outside, and he didn't want Lu Fang to know.

Su Nanqin sometimes likes to cry in front of Lu Fang, because he wants Lu Fang to feel sorry for him.

But today he didn't want to; today was different from any other day.

Just like that child who, for a trivial mistake, was severely punished by his father, endured the excruciating pain without uttering a sound, but only dared to secretly hide and cry later.

As a child, watching the lights of countless homes and the shadows of parents and children in the park, he dreamed of being a father and having someone who loved him.

I remember once going to a parent-child summer camp organized by the school by myself, without my father or mother.

He was probably only nine years old that year.

The father had his grand ambitions, while the mother had her own poetry, dreams, and romance.

He was suddenly struck by this scene at the summer camp: a child's hand had been accidentally scratched by a tree branch.

The opening wasn't very big, but the child was crying very hard.

While the parents picked her up and comforted her, they also frantically tended to her wound.

Su Nanqin watched this scene coldly; he couldn't recall his parents ever holding him...

Does that mean only fathers like children who cry?

Nine-year-old Su Nanqin learned his first little trick in life.

But it was only a cautious attempt to test her father's love.

While they were eating, Su Nanqin accidentally broke a plate.

Then, seeing his father's face gradually turn cold, he hurriedly climbed off the stool and frantically tried to pick it up.

The Su family doesn't have high chairs for children because Su Xiangming believes that the Su family shouldn't have children.

His successor should be strong enough to shoulder this responsibility and honor.

Therefore, the chairs used for dining were designed to adult sizes, and Su Nanqin almost fell several times while climbing up and down them.

Even the servants watching from the side felt a little sorry for her.

But every time, Su Xiangming would sit majestically in the main seat, looking at Su Nanqin with a cold expression, as if a slap would come at him if the other party made a single wrong move.

At this moment, things got even worse. The plate crashed to the ground with a loud bang, and Su Nanqin's first instinct was to check on Su Xiangming's reaction.

The other person's expression visibly darkened, and his dark eyes stared at Su Nanqin.

The servants around him couldn't help but feel a little worried for the young master.

The heir of the Su family must do everything perfectly and excellently; this is the idea that Su Xiangming instilled in Su Nanqin.

Su Nanqin was startled and hurriedly scrambled down to pick up the broken pieces of porcelain from the ground.

The stool was too high, and he was too panicked; in his haste, he fell down along with the stool.

A shard of porcelain quickly pierced his hand, and his fair skin soon became a bloody mess.

The excruciating pain made Su Nanqin want to cry again.

His father forbade him to cry, and the heir of the Su family was never allowed to cry.

Suddenly, he remembered the child who cried in his parents' arms because of a small cut.

I couldn't hold back my tears any longer, because of this unforgettable pain.

Even a nine-year-old child wants to gamble on his father's love, even if it's just a little bit of pity.

Su Nanqin made a mistake; his father had no heart at all.

The child on the ground had his hands covered in blood from being cut by shards of broken porcelain.

The servants around them were filled with anxiety.

Su Xiangming's face grew increasingly grim, and finally he slapped Su Nanqin across the face.

The nine-year-old child was slapped so hard he fell face-first to the ground.

"You dare to cry after doing something wrong? Are you so useless that you can't even hold a plate properly?"

The person in a high position is still sternly rebuking them.

The child on the ground had already lost consciousness due to the excruciating pain...

As Su Nanqin closed his eyes for the last moment, he heard his father's cold, emotionless words: "Drag him away! Useless thing, he's not allowed to leave his room for the next three days!"

Su Nanqin developed a high fever that day, whether from fear or genuine pain, it's unclear.

Uncle Wan was very worried about the young master, but he didn't dare to call a doctor openly.

They dared not disobey the master's orders in any way in this household.

Finally, seeing that the man's fever was getting too high and his wounds were starting to get infected, they had no choice but to ask a doctor to come in through the back door to treat the young master while everyone was asleep in the middle of the night.

The person had a high fever, but was still muttering to themselves, looking extremely uncomfortable.

Uncle Wan couldn't bear to look at it for even a second.

After that illness, Su Nanqin was listless for a long time and did not leave his room again.

From then on, Su Nanqin spoke even less, no matter how badly he was beaten or how much injustice he suffered.

The servants in the house never saw the young master cry again.

There were also newcomers who doubted that their young master had no sense of pain, and that he was too cold-hearted for his age.

They don't consciously avoid doing anything.

Only those who are cared for have the right to cry.

Su Nanqin understood this principle when he was nine years old.

Su Nanqin had his pride and his stubbornness; he didn't want anyone to see him in a sorry state, and neither could Lu Fang.

Don't cry for too long, Lu Fang is still outside...

He choked up slightly as he gently wiped away his tears with his mud-stained clothes, a skillful gesture that was heartbreaking.

Like a poor kitten who would secretly hide and lick its wounds countless times when it was young...

Lu Fang sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the direction of the bathroom for several minutes.

As if unable to suppress the restlessness in his heart, he opened the door and went to the corridor outside the hotel.

The hotel here is half open-air, with no balconies but a public corridor on each floor.

It was getting dark. Lu Fang took two steps outside and walked to the end of the two paths. His black windbreaker and black pants quickly concealed him in the night.

The corridor railings were already starting to rust, and Lu Fang casually leaned his legs over them.

He then took out a cigarette, lit it, and held it in his mouth, using the moonlight to examine the distant mountains that were faintly visible.

Things have been so chaotic lately that he can't tell right from wrong.

Perhaps he should have sent Su Nanqin in the first place...

Through the hazy smoke, he couldn't help but wonder if he was being too nervous about Su Nanqin.

He really hoped that he was just being too nervous.

But from Su Nanqin's silent and secret arrival, to the other party's stubborn insistence that "I'm not afraid of danger," it was clear that he was deeply moved.

As he meticulously examined past events, Lu Fang felt an even stronger sense of unease.

Su Nanqin's undisguised recklessness and fearlessness made him uneasy.

He worried that one day Su Nanqin might do something irreversible...

Lu Fang was lost in thought for a moment, hoping that it was all just his imagination...

He preferred to believe that this was just Su Nanqin's capriciousness.

The soundproofing in this hotel is actually quite poor. Lu Fang and Su Nanqin could hear everything clearly from the next room, Dongweichi and Shan Yu.

Wei Chi was still in shock; he rarely saw his brother so angry.

Secondly, I'm a little confused about the relationship between the two.

Are they a couple? Then they are...

Wei Chi couldn't believe this guess. Wasn't his brother always straight?

Because he thought his brother was straight and would find a girlfriend in the future, he never dared to mention it, nor was he willing to.

I think I like him...

He couldn't tell if he liked him or not, but he just liked how good Lu Fang was to him.

This feeling is very subtle.

The amount of information today was too much for Wei Chi to bear, and he instinctively didn't want to believe it.

Wei Chi was still sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze, and Shan Yu found it amusing to see his shocked expression.

He thought Wei Chi hadn't figured out their relationship yet.

"This silly boy," Shan Yu leaned casually against the bedside table, watching his reaction with an air of amusement.

He suddenly realized that watching Wei Chi's shock was actually more interesting than watching his brother scold his sister-in-law.

More than ten minutes had passed, and Wei Chi was still in that position.

"Hey. Kid, what are you thinking about? You've been staring blankly for ages." Shan Yu chuckled and waved his hand in front of him, asking deliberately.

"None of your business." Since his brother wasn't around, Wei Chi wasn't afraid and glared at him.

His tone was also impatient.

Dan Yu found it even more interesting; this person was acting like an internationally obedient child in front of Lu Fang.

He listened to everything Lu Fang said, and remained silent even when scolded.

Now they dare to show their fangs behind Lu Fang's back, it's really interesting.

The bed legs were casually crossed, leaning against the cabinet with an air of nonchalance.

He looked at Wei Chi with interest: "Oh, so the kid can swear. Doesn't he know that kids who swear will get a beating?"

Despite saying this, he still had a smile on his face, mostly teasing.

Wei Chi glanced at him, then said impatiently, "Stop calling me a kid! I'm an adult, you'll be begging for my hand later!"